“Eyes on me.” Liam’s fingers tipped my chin up. Lines cut across his forehead as he stared down at me. Beads of sweat formed along his hairline. The mask…it shifted a fraction. Bright red skin whispered out.
I snapped my gaze to his eyes, not wanting him to know I’d seen. I would die if he stopped.
“Hands above your head.” He didn’t give me a choice as he clutched my wrists in his bare hand and drug them up. At the same time, he drew back, before slamming into me.
I whimpered.
“Ssshhh.” He pressed a finger against my lips, leaving my hands to dangle above my head. “No talking, unless you’re going to beg.”
His kiss cut off my protest, teeth nipping at my lips as he teased me with his cock—sliding in, pulling back part way, pushing deeper.
“Open for me,” he growled, his hot breath mixing with mine.
“I am—”
That gloved hand covered my mouth a second later. I spewed the retort at him through a look. I knew he freaking understood. I was making myself crystal clear.
Liam ground his hips into me, forcing me to take him. Every thick, hard inch.
“I said,” he bit out, squeezing my jaw hard, face inches from mine, “open.”
We were so close. Our breaths mingled. Not kissing but sharing something.
I tilted my pelvis, since it was the only way I could move.
The beast groaned.
That tormented, strangled sound made me smile. No…I had nothing to fear. This prince of the underworld needed to know that. I might not be as physically large or financially well off, but I had a power. One I was only beginning to learn how to use.
Liam thrust into me. The friction, the fullness—they were devastating.
“Take it,” he rasped.
I arched into him, hooking my legs behind his back. A throaty moan trickled out of me.
“No one else will ever see you like this.”
It was hard to tell if that was a promise or a threat. Either way, I wasn’t sure why he brought that up. But the way his voice dripped with possession, the way his blue eyes stormed, I bit my lip and nodded.
The concession tripped a chain reaction. Liam snarled, reared up—taking me with him—and plunged into me. The gloved hand slipped from my jaw, fingers wrapping around my throat.A madness contorted his features. He fucked me. Raw and ruthless. Desperate and without forgiveness. He was the picture of a man on the brink of insanity.
I would probably be considered a psycho too, because I freaking loved the way he used me. My fingers dug into the cushion behind me. My body was bare. I was at his mercy.
And this masked devil was not a merciful god.
“Beg me,” Liam growled.
His fingers loosened for a second, and I took a desperate gulp of air. They closed, the vise cutting off my words before I could form them.
“I said, beg!” the devil thundered.
The whimper turned into a choke since the air had nowhere to go. Spots dotted the corners of my vision. There was only Liam and the blackness creeping in at the edges. Still, I met his thrusts. My pussy clenched like a vise around his cock, making him work for every thrust. The pleasure from every forceful intrusion gave me the tether to consciousness as I held my breath.
Right as the darkness began to swallow the beast, he loosened his grip. I drank in the air, lungs raw, airway burning. This man was like whiskey. A buzz that I chased. The burn that I craved.
“Liam, please,” I gasped.
“No, I’m not Liam, not to you.” His fingers tightened again, this time before I found the air I needed.
